I could be TOTALLY wrong here, but I think that Perry Como sang that song.
Oh, and welcome to the PNW, Heaving Mass!
Scotti
I’m not sure why the weather keeps coming up for discussion. From what I can tell, it is indistinguishable from the weather of Ireland. (Of course, Ireland is less likely to disappear under a rolling wave of lava when Mt. Ranier blows, but that is probably five or six months away.)
Take his advice! My daughter’s college education depends on my cost of living in Tacoma staying 40% of Seattle’s!
I had a visitor from Ireland here not too long ago and he said the best night here was Quiz Night at the George and Dragon in Fremont. I thought he would think it was too “Ye Olde” and all twee, but he said it wasn’t bad at all, despite the fact that some of the beer and football jerseys were English. The fact that the bar tender (who is Irish) and he had some jokes t tell at the expense of the american patrons probably helped. They have Sheapards Pie and Curry’s etc. After a few pints of Beamish and a couple of shots of Black Bush he said (insert your accent here)“We can go to Pike Place Market and go sailing in the sound, we can hike on Mt Ranier all you want, but this is where we go to eat, because I am bloody sick of american food, and this is where we go to drink because you can get yourself a proper beer and no one will try to put any f**king fruit in it!”
We had gone for mexican food a few nights before and he got a Corrona and they put a lime in it, which was the cause of great distress to say the least. Lots of “Well it’s a beer. Not a fking fruit salad, but they put fruit in my fking beer, didn’t they?!” type of thing…good times
Well, if I had to guess, it’s because Washingtonians usually want to make sure that Californians decide to avoid Seattle like the plague. 
[stupid but disturbingly accurate joke]
Three guys from Texas, California and Washington were camping in the woods.
By the campfire after dark, the Texan opened a bottle of Yukon Jack, took a swig, threw the bottle into the air, pulled out a double barrel shotgun and blew the bottle to pieces.
The Washingtonian looked at him and asked, “Why didn’t you finish it?”
The Texan replied, “It’s okay, we’ve got plenty of Yukon Jack where I come from.”
The Californian then pulled out a bottle of Cabernet, took a sip, threw the rest in the air, pulled out a 38 special and shot the bottle. The Californian then looked around and said, “That’s okay, we’ve got plenty more in California.”
The Washingtonian then pulled out a bottle of Microbrewery Ale, drank it all down, tossed the empty bottle into the air, pulled out a pistol, shot the Californian, and caught the bottle.
He looked over at the Texan and said, “It’s okay, we’ve got plenty of Californians in Washington, but I have to recycle this bottle.”
[/stupid but disturbingly accurate joke]